He fled with out a reason from her.
And now she moans his name at night
And whispers to her pillow
"How can this be? he told me He loved me?!?!"
Her heart is laying next to her.
With stitches and a needle
The almost closed stitches
Are now almost all the way torn apart.
The roses he gave her the week before
Where so beautiful and elegant
Are now colorless and dreadful.
Everything of his he gave to her are now dead and forgotten
All the things she gave to him have been torn and ripped apart.
She lies awake at night whispering to her pillow
' where did i ever go wrong???"
